Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.